VERSE 1

I'm sick of all this, I don't know what to call this
I'm caught up in the rat race and it's making me nauseous
I'm staying cautious cause cops here is lawless
But I ain't gonna stop til I'm on top and flawless
I came from nothing but homie I'm never satisfied
Always after better, hard work isn't gratified
Grind until that millstone bind I'm never switching on em
Til I'm in that 3 floor villa and all my whips is foreign, I'll
Go and twist vanilla piff then soar up higher
Than the altitudes that g6's drift along and liquors pouring
I'm never sittin in my sorrows
I'm sipping through my troubles and living the way we all know
It's money motivated, bitches low and flow related to the greats
My statements say I'm good life associated
This worlds a chessboard I'm playing full of novacane
Complacent to the hate, and treating nothing as an overstatement

CHORUS

We coming for the gold
We running in your spot
I came to let em know that we gunnin for the top yeah
I let em know